Story thread

[Ben Kenobi]

Ben, perhaps you can adapt it a bit so it fits our first post?

What needs to be changed?

[Calanthian]

What about these changes:
(red: remove, green: change)
(and of course it's yours to post at the CFC forum)


With apologies to Shelley.

The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
Corrall'd the modest moonlight of the sky
Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes
Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn
Compels me from my cobwebb'd dreams begone

I dreamt of Basileous of a land
Once fruitful, blasted now with pitted hands
Of ancient intricacies long forlorn
And lasses leaving lovely locks unshorn
By barbaros, boasting their bloody bursts
With beastly brays and bloated curse

Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's dome,
I walk over the mountains and the waves
Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam
My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves
Are filled with my bright presence, and the air
Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare.

No more shall dusty desert bind our toes
No more shall nomads count amongst our foes
We shall now settle by the sodden shore
And boldly build Apolyton once more
We clasp the clay within our folded hands
And now press forth our claim upon this land

The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who imagine naught but ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might
Until diminished by the reign of Night.

Our fond forces received their foremost chore
From the terrible Triana and it's swollen shores
Defy all those who would compress their might
And force us to hide within the caves of yore
As Elizabeth bestrode the world's light
So shall we stride upon the cause of right

Feed I, the clouds, rainbows, and the flowers,
With ethereal colors; the Moon's globe,
The pure stars in their eternal bowers,
Cincture my public power as with a robe;
Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven shine,
Are portions of my power, which is mine.

Advancing our now chosen cause divine
Foundations of the earth will yield to thine
To shine your light upon the depths of fear
Mining Ignorance's ingots as we peer
Within the laws of nature we will find
Revelation of your plan within it's signs

At noon I rest on heaven's peak untrod
With my unwilling steps I wander down
Into the Atlantic's comfort unbid
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?

And all shall fall, before your fearful eyes
That burn and roast the heathens careless cries
Shall fall upon their dimly known champions
That nap within their feeble pantheon
As we proclaim thy power throughout the earth
And you shall bless our noble tribal birth

I am the eye the Universe beholds
Itself, and understands it is divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, is mine,
All light of art or nature; - to my song
All Victory and peerless praise belong.

[Ben Kenobi]

(red: remove, green: change)
(and of course it's yours to post at the CFC forum)

Have no problem with the green changes as it fits the metre.

Red - I'd like to keep it. Talks about the Byzantines that we are replacing. Osman's dream is it not?

[DNK]

Looks good, guys. Perhaps we can make our tribe a little warlike? Throw people off a bit. Ultimately, this should be used for deception as much as for fun.

[Calanthian]

Looks good, guys. Perhaps we can make our tribe a little warlike? Throw people off a bit. Ultimately, this should be used for deception as much as for fun.

"Good point!", Lizzy says, while sharpening her longsword.


( DNK: perhaps you can one of your nice stories? )

[OzzyKP]

Have no problem with the green changes as it fits the metre.

Red - I'd like to keep it. Talks about the Byzantines that we are replacing. Osman's dream is it not?

Go ahead and post it.

[Calanthian]

Yes indeed
and Ben, it's yours to post

Have no problem with the green changes as it fits the metre.

Yes thought about that, not bad for a foreigner, neh

[Calanthian]

As Apollo survived his first confrontation
(and I had some time on my hands )
(I added a little misinformation on the end)



[START VIDEO FIRST]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4duOIDKlbos

It is night,
a silvery moon is master of the sky,

Then it is silent,
Apollo wonders why..

What's that?
Does he hear a sound?

He holds his breath,
There is a wolf around.

He seeks shelter,
All senses are alert,

His heart is pounding,
he must not be heard.

A sudden splash and a swoosh,
a swift blow and a bang,
A howl and some pain,

Then silence is all
that will remain.

A boy went into the woods,
as he wanted to learn,

a real man is all
that will return.


(OOC: For those of you, who are not used to diplomacy games: one of our warriors has slain a wolf)

[Ben Kenobi]

Yes thought about that, not bad for a foreigner, neh

I was quite pleased with the thoughtful edit. How do I post it up? Do I have to register at CFC?

Edit, figured it out. My account there predates mine here by a month.

[Calanthian]

Ben,

you pasted the unedited version, as far as I can see..

(PS. mention our team in the title - via "Advanced")

[Calanthian]

Another item (the idea I used before). This time to celebrate Apollo's win over the Nemean lion..
Based upon Hercules stories..



The Nemean Lion
Queen Elizabeth decided Apollo's first task would be to bring the skin of an invulnerable lion which terrorized the hills around Nemea.

When Apollo got to Nemea and began tracking the terrible lion, he soon discovered his arrows were useless against the beast. Apollo picked up his club and went after the lion. Following it to a cave which had two entrances, Apollo blocked one of the doorways, then approached the fierce lion through the other. Grasping the lion in his mighty arms, and ignoring its powerful claws, he held it tightly until he'd choked it to death.





When Apollo made it back to Apolyton, Elizabeth was amazed that the hero had managed such an impossible task.
She allowed him the honour to wear the lion’s skin as a true hero’s token.






This was a fast one

[Dinner]

Hasn't he killed both a wolf and a lion?

[Calanthian]

About the wolf there already was a story.. the one with the moon..

[Ben Kenobi]

Did I? I copied and pasted from your post.

[Calanthian]

New proposal for a story..


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At that time there arrived at the court a gallant young warrior, whose name was Bellerophon. He brought letters from Proetus, the son-in-law of Elizabeth, recommending Bellerophon in the warmest terms as an unconquerable hero, but added at the close a request to Elizabeth to put him to death. The reason was that Proetus was jealous of him, suspecting that his wife Antea looked with too much admiration on the young warrior. From this instance of Bellerophon being unconsciously the bearer of his own death warrant, the expression "Bellerophontic letters" arose, to describe any species of communication which a person is made the bearer of, containing matter prejudicial to himself.

Elizabeth, on perusing the letters, was puzzled what to do, not willing to violate the claims of hospitality, yet wishing to oblige her son-in-law. A lucky thought occurred to her, to send Bellerophon to combat with the Great Bear, which was roaming the Troas peninsula. Bellerophon accepted the proposal, and set off to battle the bear.

The battle was long, bloody and fierce, but in the end Bellerophon was victorious.

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